Yearbooking

While Mary and Jay were spooning on the couch and watching crackheads get busted on "Cops," I stumbled across Yearbook Yourself. The results are the following:

1966. My mom graduated high school that year. I look outrageously like her in this photo.


1976. I kind of want to bring this back.

1978. I long for the day that I can truly pull off this hairstyle.


1980. My sister was born; I look like Jennifer Grey.


1994. I very distinctly remember thinking the high schoolers in Huntsville, Al., (where I lived in '94) were the absolute coolest people ever. The bad perms, the giant bangs--epitome of awesome.

Surprisingly (or not) enough, all of this fake/ridiculous yearbook pictures look a thousand times better than any real yearbook pictures I've taken. Except for 7th grade. I looked good in my 7th grade picture. But of course, they didn't use that one in the yearbook; they used the prime time (homeroom) picture instead. Bastards.

We went on vacation and came back on probation

Back in South Carolina, visiting the rents.

This trip however, is decidedly the best of all my South Carolina visits. I brought two of my friends with me to partake in the adventure. We've yet to be bored, and my parents have yet to annoy me. My cat is excited to see me (she's usually pissed). All's well, and I'm surprisingly not longing to be eaten by a gator.

My optimism and positive attitude is astounding.

(title of post from the back of the bouncers' t-shirt at Fat Tuesday)

Weddings

Sunday will be the second of three weddings I'll have attended by the end of this summer. Frankly, I'm over weddings. My attitude is mostly based in my inability to even get a date. However, marriage is indeed an antiquated ritual which was created during a time when life expectancy was 30, and "til death" wasn't that big of a commitment. The wedding ring was a symbol of ownership. And then the bride does things like this to her friends:


Anyway, weddings are expensive, they're a waste of time and to be honest--I want one.

I think I just peed myself